The Wizard’s Way Home

Turquoise Island is between the coral islands dominated by the Naga tribe and the wizarding continent dominated by humans, and coupled with the recent relatively good trade relations between humans and the Naga tribe, the Turquoise Island has gradually developed into a Naga tribe and humans. Mixed islands. Because it is rich in turquoise, which is a relatively precious mineral resource, coupled with the special geological structure, the hot spring resources are rich, so it has attracted many nobles who are eager to enjoy and businessmen who come to pan for gold. And the arrival of these people naturally promoted the prosperity of commerce on the island.

　　 This can be seen from the Trident port where Kenan disembarked. Dozens of huge sailboats are moored inside the port, and the market near the port is even more crowded. The shops on the street are lined up, and the prosperity here is comparable to that of Kurum and it is not lagging behind.

　　Although there are so many people here, Kenan hangs the old priest of the Naga tribe from a distance with the keen intuition of the wizard, and is not worried about what is missing. And there is still time to look at the goods in the shops on both sides.

　　While strolling slowly in the Kenan market, the old priest of the Naga tribe led several guards to turn left and right and came to a relatively remote door of an old house. The old priest looked around to make sure that no one was following him, then led a few guards into the house quietly.

　　 Kenan saw an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, and then lowered his head to continue picking up various materials that are not very common in Wizard Continent.

　　 Lilith Cottage did not set up a secret shop on the turquoise island, at least not on the surface. As for whether there are other institutions secretly, it is not the level of Kenan that can know. But even if he knew it, Kenan would not go looking for them. After all, Kenan’s trip this time was to avoid the eyes and ears of the academy to find an excuse for promotion.

　　Kenan did not look for a place to stay. After changing into an ordinary attire, he hung around in an ordinary tavern until late at night. Then he walked slowly to the hotel like many drunk drunks. Such people are everywhere in the Trident Harbor, and they are not conspicuous at all.

　　 Kenan slowly slipped to a secluded alley and put on an invisible cloak. Although the invisibility cloak is generally effective in Kenan's eyes at this moment, it is enough to avoid ordinary people and wizard apprentices.

　　 Kenan quietly came to the backstreet of the old house where the old priest entered. After checking it quietly, carefully avoiding the detection spells and spell traps, quietly came to the back door of the ancient mansion. Then began to carefully disassemble the mysterious lock on the door.

"Don’t treat other people as fools. If you want to rely on loopholes to enter a spellcaster’s residence, there will always be a huge trap waiting for you. The best way to deal with this situation is to treat it positively. The mechanism is dismantled. Don't be lucky." This passage comes from the work of a wizard in Lilith's Hut who specializes in infiltration. It is unknown how many blood and tears the author has in this work.

　　Kenan is very lucky. The priests of the Naga tribe are good at offering sacrifices and applying auxiliary buffs. They are also proficient in elemental magic, but are not so good at building defensive locks. This is also related to their long-term social situation of tribal melee. Since trading with humans, many Naga priests have directly purchased the locks of human wizards. Even if some people make changes to the lost locks they bought, they won't make too many changes. At most, they just adjust a few parameters. It just so happened that Kenan had dabbled in this aspect, and turned on the brain overclocking technique. Kenan carefully analyzed the function of each witchcraft circuit, and within ten minutes, Kenan was completely removed by Kenan.

　　 After cracking the lock, and then easily cracking the physical mechanism behind the door, Kenan quietly sneaked into the interior of the ancient house.

The interior of the 　　 ancient house has an obvious human aristocratic decoration style. After entering the door is a spacious hall, with small doors on both sides leading to the kitchen and dining room respectively. Two spiral staircases lead upstairs. The intricate patterns on the handrails of the stairs and the murals in the hall show the abundance and luxury of the owner here, but due to lack of care, many places are covered with dust. People can't help but sigh.

　　 Kenan quietly stepped over several screaming traps, stepped over the transparent silk thread tied to the stairwell, and evaded the detection props placed inside the vase. Finally, following the guidance of the wish pointer, he came to a room on the second floor.

　　 Kenan put away the wish pointer, and now it is certain that the old priest Naga is in this room, but he doesn't know that the resentful spirit is still there.

　　 Kenan carefully pushed the door open a gap, and slowly looked inside the room. It was discovered that the old priest Naga was kneeling in front of a small altar, while the few Naga warriors were lying on the ground, the blood on their bodies had been drained, and the pale and shriveled corpses fell beside the altar.

　　 The red blood continued to climb along the groove to the top of the altar as if it was alive, filling it with one after another weird rune. Just after the blood filled the last rune, the altar emitted a strange red light. A crimson ruby ​​on the top of the altar also exudes dazzling brilliance, and the figure of an imaginary human girl emerges above the altar.

The girl was wearing a priestly moon-white robe, her black hair naturally hung down to her waist, two thin lips curled into a smiling arc, her petite nose was very tall, and her black eyes were like deep dry wells. There is generally no trace of color. If you don’t count the astonishing grievances that are constantly emanating, no one will associate this delicate-looking girl with the resentful spirit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw the old priest shook a string of shells in his hand slightly. The prayers of the Naga tribe were constantly chanting, word by word, as if they were magical, which made people involuntarily immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves from it.

　　 However, the old priest Naga obviously underestimated the strength of the Wraith Spirit, and saw the black energy on the Wraith Spirit's body constantly tossing, just like the substance, constantly tearing at the red light on the altar that continuously wrapped it up. The ribbons condensed with red light were torn apart by the black spirit of the wraith girl like rags.

　　 The old priest saw that the wraith girl was about to break free from the shackles of the altar, and cruelly took out a small bottle made of crystal from his arms. Pull off the seal on the bottle and pour the liquid inside into your mouth. Suddenly, the old priest's thin body suddenly swelled, and the pale green skin was slightly blood red. The old priest put down the shell rattle in his hand and took out a horn made of conch from his waist. The old priest tremblingly put the horn into his mouth and played it with all his strength.

　　 Although the old priest played very hard, there was no sound of the conch horn. At the moment when Kenan was strange, Kenan suddenly felt a slight tremor in his soul, as if there was a force constantly shaking his soul, trying to tear it apart.

　　 "Is it an attack on the soul? It is the right way to deal with the spirit body." Kenan secretly guessed. Fortunately, Kenan has already been promoted to a wizard at this time, and his soul has undergone Styx training. Both the strength and tenacity of the soul are stronger than before. I don’t know how many times stronger than before. This level of attack Kenan can still withstand.

　　 There is no problem with Kenan, but the old priest's behavior angered the trapped Wraith Girl. The girl's black pupils, which had no fluctuations like an ancient well, slowly turned blood red.